I'm so sorry to hear of your bitter loss I know my words can only offer but so much comfort for you Just know that I am here to ease your lonely feelings To fill this time of grieving and remind you it's your fault It's your fault for not caring It's your fault for not knowing that he'd try again And again, these words can only offer But so much comfort for you (Now here's where I should say that "he's in a better place" but on the day he died, I could have sworn) There came the strangest sound It was as if the whole of heaven came crumbling Fucking down! His last words shall shine in truthfulness - "I hate you all!", scattered with his ashes upon your guilt. I'm sure you must have done all that was in your power To prevent this event from occurring Just remember, I feel that it is entirely your fault But again, these words can only offer But so much comfort for you.